Page 41 of Vengeful Guard

“No." I snort. "Not like you could be fast enough to hit me, anyway.”

“Try me.”

I look over at her, her chin tilted up, and I wonder what her lips would taste like, how they would wield beneath mine.

Would they be soft? Hard? Would she open her lips to let my tongue in?

Wait, what? What the feck is wrong with me?

I look away, focusing on eating, and I don’t talk again until we head into the living room.

“You remember there’s a gym downstairs, right?”

I stare at her.

“That’s right, I remember you said something about it last time. Is it any good? Can we use it to train?”

She shrugs. “The previous owners left some equipment, but it’s mostly just open space and mirrors.”

I grin. “Perfect.”

Can’t wait to see what I have to work with down there.

She leads me down to the gym/basement, and it’s better than she let on—there's even a punching bag in the corner.

I walk over toward it, and she follows me.

“You can punch this instead of going for my bollocks.”

Paige doesn’t crack a smile, frowning instead.

“Won’t it be more helpful to work on a moving target?”

“Not at first. You’ve only been training for a little over five minutes, little princess. You can’t expect to hit a moving target, especially someone experienced in combat, in such a short amount of time.”

“I almost hit you last time.” She smirks, and I shake my head, smiling softly. She’s an eager one, that’s for sure.

I shrug. “Maybe. Or maybe that was just to make you feel better. Anyway, before going for moving targets, you need to learn how to hit properly.”

Settling in front of the punching bag, I motion for her to approach me. “Come here. Stand in front of me, and I’ll help you with your stance.”

She stands where I point and gets into position.

I put my hands on her hips before moving her leg forward. “Always drive forward with your right. You’re right-handed, right?”

She nods and puts her hands up to her face, open-handed, and I’m pleasantly surprised that she remembered.

“Now, use your whole body. Not just your wrist.”

Paige throws her right hand out, and it’s a little sloppy, but she follows the instructions, punching with her whole body, swinging the body just right.

“Good,” I tell her, but she’s closing her legs again, abandoning the position I placed her in, going back to the wrong stance.

I work her legs spread again with my thigh, not bothering to crouch down.

She draws in a sharp breath, and when I put my hands back on her hips to widen her stance, she’s trembling under my fingers.

My cock twitches in my sweats.

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